Our Love Story: Chapter Two

This is part two of our story.  Previous chapters can be found here

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“I actually won’t be able to make it to that Jazz game… but I would love to do something another time... like this weekend?  I just realized I actually have a rehearsal the night of the jazz game for a performance I will be in soon.”

I sat there on my bedroom floor with my feet tucked up under me, curled in a ball, and shaking with nerves.  

Oh my heck.  Did I really just suggest a date for earlier!?! For this weekend?  I am being too forward… too obvious.  I think I just blew it.  

Then his text came in.

Yeah.  That sounds good.  I will come pick you up on Saturday night at 6.”

My anxiety washed away and I was left with a smile on my face.  

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Saturday:

I turned my straightener off and laid it down on the bathroom counter.  

Deep breath, Hailey… Deep breath.  

I put my big statement earrings on, grabbed my vintage purse and sat down on the couch.  A few minutes went by and I checked my phone. 

6:15!!!

Oh man… did he forget?  Or is this intentional?

A few more minutes went by.  I started pacing the room and continually looking out the window for him.  

6:20- still no Jordan. I felt sick.

Do I call him? text him? let it go?

A few more minutes went by and my phone started ringing.

Jordan: 

“ummm I am sorry.  I am SO lost.  I can’t seem to find your house and think I took a wrong turn somewhere!” 

I sighed a giant sigh of relief and then went on to explain to him how to get to my house.  

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He shut the door to his car and looked at me as we started to drive away.  I glanced over and smiled at him as he explained to me his plans to make pizza together.  

A man who likes and knows how to cook?  This guy is a winner.

We stopped at the store and picked up all the ingredients then headed back to his place. 

We chatted as he made the sauce and then rolled out his dough.  He told me about his job in High school at a little pizza shop where he learned to make pizza and showed off his skills of tossing it up into the air… 

And then it was my turn to make mine.

I started to hesitantly roll out my dough, totally unsure of what I was doing. 

Me:

“Ummmmm… is this how you do it?.. If I am being completely honest, I umm.. haha… I have never really worked with dough before.”

I felt nervous and awkward and before I knew it his arms were wrapped around me, his hands on mine helping me to roll it out.

Oh my gosh… this is the first “more than friendly” touch we have shared.  

My heart felt as though it was going to beat right out of my chest.

He HAS to be feeling this too… there is no way it’s just me.

My stomach was full of flutters and everything felt so right.  I started to feel things I had never felt with a boy before…. with ANYONE before.  But how?  I barely knew him.  I felt safe…I felt somehow, complete?  

How was I feeling this way from one simple touch? 

I put my pizza into the oven and began walking past the fridge when I spotted his grocery list on the fridge.  I pulled the little monkey magnet off of it and pulled it down. 

Twix

I slowly and proudly wrote onto it then stuck it back up onto the fridge (subconsciously marking my territory and showing him my confidence in our relationship continuing to at least another date).  Time seemed to rush by so fast with him and we couldn't get enough of each other.  Putting off dropping me off at home we stopped at Spoon Me.  I sat at the table that night with him as I laughed harder than I had in years.  All of my worries in life washed away when I was with him and in that moment all I wanted to do was grab his arm and pull him in for a kiss.  

It was 1:30 AM when we finally pulled up to my house.  This was it.  This is where we would finally have our first kiss. 

It was cold out and my cheeks were sore from smiling as we walked up to the porch.  He pulled me in for a tight hug and then I waited for it.

waiting….waiting…

Jordan:

“Goodnight!  I will see you later!”

Me:

“Goodnight!  Thanks for everything.  I had so much fun.”

I closed the door behind me and ran up to my room and sat on my bed… letting it all sink in.  There was no kiss… and at first, it didn't seem to bother me.  Because remember?  I didn't even want a boyfriend…. and I was just so grateful to have been able to spend so much time with someone like him. But then my mind really started racing.

Maybe I do want a boyfriend…. no, I DO want a boyfriend.  I want him. 

I was hooked.  

And by golly, I wanted that darn kiss!

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The next week I found myself talking all about my “second date” with the boy from the “blind date” while at school.  There I was in ballet class taking a test and all I could think about while doing tendus there at the bar was those gosh darn dimples! 

Class ended and I should have been rushing to get dressed since I was already late for American Heritage and still had to book it up the dreaded RB stairs and run across campus… but there I was, slowly peeling off my tights as I chatted to my friends all about this boy. 

Eventually, I threw my backpack on, walked up the never-ending staircase and started walking towards my next class.  I was almost to the building when I stepped over a giant pile of slush on the ground and then looked up.

Jordan?? Is that him?? 

There he was.  A giant smile on his face, walking towards me.  My heart started racing and I felt frozen.  I was still sweating from that ballet test, my hair was up in a tight bun and I was definitely not prepared to run into the boy I was just gushing about to my friend.  (Now… keep in mind, we had NEVER run into each other on campus before.)

Jordan:

“Hey, Hailey!!! I have something for you.”

Me:

“What? Really?”

He pulled his backpack off of his back and began to unzip it.

Me:

“A Twix?  WHAT!?? You seriously bought me a Twix?”

Jordan:

“Of course I did.  I saw that you put it on my grocery list and I wanted to get it for you.”

My heart started racing even faster.  Who was this boy?

Me:

“But…like… you have it with you?  Why do you have it with you to give to me?”

Jordan:

“Honestly, I just had a feeling I would run into you so I put it into my bag!”

Me:

“That is crazy!!! Thank you so much!  Seriously… that was so sweet of you.  I am late for class but can I see you again soon?”

Jordan:

“Of course!”

I gave him a giant hug and then raced off to class.  

I sat down next to my friend, let out a giant exhale and then didn't hear one word the professor said that day.  I felt like I was quite literally in a dream… You know the one?  The one where you are so mad you woke up from it and you keep trying to fall back asleep so that you can keep dreaming what you were dreaming?  Yep,  I was completely and utterly smitten.  

To be continued.. 

Old pictures from that night:

Our Love Story

OUR LOVE STORY: CHAPTER ONE

For years I have been wanting to record our love story. For our children, their children and for US.  A wise person told us on the day we got married that we will have hard times in our marriage… times when we may not really like each other.  That person told us that during those times it would be important for us to look back at the time we were completely in love.  To remember feelings that were there and the reasons why we chose each other.  I am so grateful that I kept a journal during that time in my life.  Any hard times that have come, I have been able to go back and read our story and feel all the feels!!! Our story is long and at times cheesy- but some of those cheesy details are my very favorite.  So I am taking my journal and all the memories in my head to combine our love story- my favorite story! Here we go…

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My mom opened my door and excitedly gave me an “I’m the best mom in the world" kind of look.

Oh no…. what did she do

Mom:

"I just set you up on a date with the cuuuuuutest boy!"

Me:

I rolled my eyes…

"Oh my gosh!!!! I DO NOT WANT TO DATE!”

Mom: 

"Hailey, he has dimples and he’s Pre-Med.  I gave him your number so be expecting a call.  His name is Jordan Mabey."

She shut the door clearly annoyed that I was so upset about it.  

I bit the head off of a chocolate covered cinnamon bear and sunk into my bed

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 In normal “Hailey fashion” I was drowning away my sorrows with candy and binge watching Felicity in hopes to make my heart feel just a little bit better.  

After seeing heartbreak through a divorce in the family and recently breaking up with a serious boyfriend I was disillusioned about love and determined to spend the next few years focusing on ME and my future career.  

I paused my show.

blind dates are the worst… 

Jordan Mabey. I typed it into Facebook ready to check out the terribleness that my mother picked out for me…

His picture popped up and my heart skipped a beat.  

He’s cute…Oh my gosh…

I was surprised and, despite my certainty that I would never in my life get married, I for a split second had the thought come to my head, 

this guy could be my future husband.  

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Two weeks later…

Through an awkward phone call we had determined to meet up for a date on campus after we had finished classes for the day.  I was dreading it all day long and just minutes before we were to meet up I escaped to one of the voice practice rooms in the Richards Building on campus.  I sat myself down in front of one of the mirrors and attempted to fix the mess that was my face.  It was blotchy and red from just having an emotional breakdown on the phone with my mom.  Emotionally I was not in a good place and was not at all in a mood to go be chipper on a date with a boy I didn't know.  

I took one last look in the mirror.

Good enough.  Let’s just get this over with.

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I walked into the library where we were to meet up and suddenly got nervous.  I looked around for that face with dimples I had seen on Facebook and spotted him talking to one of the security guards.  

My heart skipped a beat again…

He is SO cute!

I started to walk towards him and we locked eyes.

Jordan:

"Are you Hailey?"

Me:

" Haha.. Yep, are you Jordan?"

We awkwardly shook hands - clearly he had just returned from a mission - and we headed out the door.

Jordan:

"Let’s just not make this awkward, ok?  We’re going to have fun."

He opened the door for me and we stepped out into the cold February air.  I stuck my frozen hands into the pockets of my long red coat and looked up at him.

Hmmmmm maybe this date won’t be so bad after all. 

We walked off campus to his apartment to grab his car and then headed to Zupas. 

He kept it simple for that first date.  Just a short dinner in case one of us (or both) became miserable on the date.  But we sat there in Zupas eating and poking at our panini's for far longer than it takes most people to eat.  We ate carefully and just couldn't seem to stop talking to each other.  

We learned a lot about each other on that blind date.  We talked about our shared interests in painting, guitar, and football.  I told him all about myself and he told me all about himself. I learned that he had lived for two years in Mexico City.  That he is the fifth of six kids and is an adored uncle.  He swam, played rugby, rock climbed, played piano…the list went on and on.  He seemed a little bit too good to be true.  He was kind and a little bit quirky…just enough to entertain me but not too much to bug me.  He made me feel comfortable, taken care of, and safe. I knew that if we didn't end up dating we would at least end up being very close friends.  

It was dark when he drove me back to campus and dropped me at my illegally parked junker car at the Richards Building.  

When it was time to get out of the car things suddenly got a little nerve racking again.  I wasn't sure how this was going to end.  

Was he brave enough to kiss me yet? 

Did he like me or not so much?

Would he contact me again?

Or would he just end up being one of those boys I fall in love with but never quite sees me as more than “just a friend?”   

I went to open the door…

Jordan:

"So…I have these tickets for a Jazz game next week.  Would you want to go with me?"

Ummmm… shocked.

My heart started beating faster.

Holy moly.  I didn't expect to be asked on a second date already. 

Me:

"YES! that would be a lot of fun, just text me the details." 

I hopped in my car, turned up the heater and country song that was on, then drove home.  

I couldn't stop thinking about him….was I on his mind?  What was this going to turn into?

I reminded myself that I really didn't want a boyfriend.

A few hours later I sent a text to that cute dimpled boy.  

I actually won’t be able to make it to that Jazz game…

To be continued